inspired by Adrienne Rich’s Twenty One Love Poems, II
leaving the city, screens flicker, she shuts
the cover trapping ink between pages.
she is lost and moving forward, her lone
start over gray flat asphalt. she shivers,
air is cold and her body is too warm.
her chaotic mind runs fast and spins with
mixing leaves and petals blurring outside
her touch. the sky above empty with clouds
rolling stiller than still. it is just her
and lackluster light that never lightens.
the wheels roll suddenly and jerk backwards,
she forgets wind sometimes makes her awkward.
[A D.C. to New York trek in October]
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